Rise of the Otherworld.

After learning that the mysterious organization was refining a powerful magic weapon, the atmosphere in Xuantianmen became increasingly tense. Lin Yu immediately summoned all the elders and core disciples to discuss countermeasures.

In the conference room, the candlelight flickered, and everyone's faces looked heavy and worried in the dim light. Lin Yu was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and powerful: "Everyone, the situation is critical now. We must come up with a way to deal with it and stop the conspiracy of the mysterious organization. Otherwise, once the magic weapon is refined, Xuantianmen will face a catastrophe." His eyes swept over everyone present, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

An elder said worriedly, "The power of that magic weapon must not be underestimated. If they are allowed to refine it, Xuantian Sect will be in danger. What should we do?" His brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines. He rubbed his hands constantly, showing his extreme inner anxiety.

Another elder said, "Why don't we take the initiative and give them a fatal blow before their magic weapon is refined. With the strength of our Xuantian Sect, we may be able to fight." His tone was firm, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

Everyone was discussing the matter, expressing their own opinions. Some advocated a defensive strategy, waiting for the right opportunity; others believed in taking the initiative and seizing the opportunity. For a moment, the conference room was filled with heated debate.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment, folded his hands on his chest, and said slowly: "Taking the initiative to attack is too risky. We know very little about their internal situation. If we act rashly, we may fall into the enemy's trap. But sitting and waiting for death is not a good idea. It will only make us more passive." His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about an extremely complicated problem.

At this moment, the mysterious figure, who had been silent the entire time, spoke. His voice was calm and steady, yet carried a convincing force. "I think we can send out multiple teams to infiltrate the mysterious organization's perimeter and investigate their specific situation, including the progress of their magic weapon refining, their defensive arrangements, and their personnel movements. Only with accurate intelligence can we formulate an effective response strategy."

Lin Yu nodded and said: "This plan is feasible, but we must select elite disciples and ensure that the action is secret. We cannot let the enemy realize our intentions, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Xuantian Sect quickly sprang into action. After rigorous screening, several elite teams were selected. These disciples were highly skilled in martial arts, resourceful and brave, and fiercely loyal to the sect. Before setting off, they underwent rigorous training, learning various techniques of concealment and reconnaissance.

Meanwhile, Lin Yu was not idle either. He personally directed his disciples to further strengthen the sect's defenses, adding more crossbows and catapults to the walls, digging deep trenches, and deploying various powerful formations. He also arranged for his disciples to patrol the perimeter of the sect, keeping them vigilant at all times.

Inside the alchemy room, alchemists toiled overtime, refining elixirs. The blazing fire illuminated their exhausted yet focused faces. Sweat soaked their clothes, but their hands remained restless. Various precious herbs were poured into the furnace, transforming into powerful elixirs.

After a brief rest, the injured scouts also requested to go into battle again to defend the sect. Their wounds had not yet fully healed, but their eyes were filled with firm determination.

The entire Xuantian Sect was immersed in a tense and busy atmosphere, and everyone was making the most thorough preparations for the upcoming war. They knew in their hearts that this battle was related to the life and death of Xuantian Sect, and they had to go all out.

In a corner, a young disciple silently polished his sword. His eyes revealed a hint of nervousness, but more of a desire for battle. He secretly vowed to contribute his strength to the sect, even at the cost of his life.

On the distant mountain peak, Lin Yu looked at the busy sect with a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that this would be an unprecedented challenge, but he firmly believed that as long as the people of Xuantian Sect united as one, they would be able to overcome the difficulties and protect the home they depended on for survival.